I Believe We're the Enemy

Gerard made his way toward Rogen's hang out area. Once he stepped in front of Rogen, he smirked, "A beautiful day, isn't it?"
Rogen stared at him before placing his hands into his jacket pockets, "I guess. Is there a reason why you're here, Gee?"
"Actually, yes." Before Rogen could speak, Gerard threw open packets of ketchup at Rogen. Rogen froze in place as the ketchup hit against his chest. Rogen abruptly laughed as ketchup slid down his shirt, "You shouldn't have done that."
Gerard teased, "Show me what you got, big boy."
Rogen attempted to snatch Gerard's shirt, but Gerard moved away-and ran. Rogen looked at Ryan and Duke, "Let's teach this fucking emo a lesson." The three jocks ran after Gerard, following his steps a few feet away. Gerard's ripped converse ran around the school building, making his way toward Patrick who was nervously twirling his fingers together. Gerard passed Patrick but managed to say, "You're up, kid."
Patrick took in a deep breath. He can see Rogen up ahead of the other two jocks. Rogen swiftly passed Patrick whose eyes were locked on Duke. Patrick can see Duke on his side, which made things a bit easier. Patrick extended his leg out, hoping that Duke would trip over it-Duke had seen the leg, but he was going at a speed that was too fast to stop. Duke let out an 'oof' as his face planted onto the school grounds. Ryan made the quick decision not to stop.
Duke groaned as he pulled himself up from the ground.
Patrick awkwardly smiled, "You okay?"
Duke looked at Patrick, "Did you fucking do that on purpose?" Before Patrick could reply, Duke slammed him against the wall and formed his hand into a fist. Patrick stared into Duke's eyes as he shakily reached inside his jean pocket, pulling up a pepper spray can toward Duke's eyes.
Duke looked at the can and murmured, "Shit."
Patrick pushed onto the lever, sending the spray into Duke's eyes. Duke screamed out as he released Patrick to fall onto the ground. Duke cried out as he buried his face into his hands. Patrick smirked, "HA. 1 point for the drama freak, 0 for the insensitive jock-WHOO." Patrick's foot kicked the side of Duke's stomach, "How do you like that?" Patrick laughed but immediately regretted it, "I'm sorry." He quickly said before ditching the scene.
Meanwhile, Brendon lit a cigarette far from where Patrick was. He was on school grounds as Gerard ran past him, kicking dirt behind him with speed. Brendon smiled as he watched Gerard pass by. He then extended his leg out which Ryan failed to see. Ryan's calf hit against Brendon's leg, sending his body onto the ground.
Brendon walked over and preached, "You're the one who always smokes my cigs when Rogen snatches them...tell me," He bent down to meet eye to eye with Ryan who groaned in agony, "Why don't you just buy your own?"
Ryan muttered under his breath, "Free is better."
Brendon scrunched up his nose before taking in the chemicals of the lighted cig that laid in between his fingers, "You're right." He added, "But you know what's better?"
Ryan caught his eye, but didn't say anything as his hands turned into fists.
Brendon stood up and smirked, "Revenge." Brendon kicked the side of Ryan's stomach before straightening his jacket and walking away.
Gerard legs were weakening as he ran faster, realising Rogen was on his tail. Gerard ran through the cheerleaders who were practicing their routine, he ran through the football field, before reaching the back of the school, by the twisted tree. As the music played through the speakers, Gerard stopped by Frank who made eye contact with Rogen. Gerard smiled at Frank, "Give 'em hell, kid."
Rogen stopped a few feet away from Frank. Rogen smiled, "Now what? You're going to fight me, Frank? Is this the big hero scene where the underdog beats up the jock and wins the game?" Rogen laughed, "Not in this story, kid. You're still a weak pathetic freak." Rogen's expression grew vague, "You will never win."
Gerard stood by Frank, and as much as he wanted to say something, he didn't. He knew this was Frank's fight.
Frank said aloud so Rogen could hear, "I'm not going to fight you."
Rogen looked at him, "Then why am I here?"
"You're here because I want to talk." Frank said.
Rogen's green eyes daggered into Frank's, "You went through all this trouble, just to talk to me?"
Frank smirked, "It wasn't any trouble."
Rogen frowned. Gerard smiled at the sassy response.
Frank said, "I want to let you know that even if you're a hot-tempered jock who always picks on someone else because of their label," Frank hesitated but walked over to Rogen, "and even if you solve everything with a fist," Frank stood close in front of Rogen before sticking out a handshake, "you can be forgiven."
Rogen looked at Frank's hand. He murmured, "But I made your junior year a living hell..."
"Yeah, you did." Frank added quickly, "but you can make up for that by calling it truths."
Rogen looked at Frank, and then he slowly backed away. Rogen didn't say anything as he walked away from the scene, his mind in a mess. What could he be thinking? Rogen felt a sudden urge to punch something-but then he felt the urge to let it be.
Frank still had his hand extended as he watched Rogen leave the scene. Gerard walked over by his side. Frank muttered, "What now?"
"I don't know." Gerard added, "I don't know if he'll leave you alone with that response." Gerard smiled at Frank and held his extended hand, "You did good, kid."
Frank held his hand, "Thanks, Gee." Frank leaned in and kissed Gerard's cheek as Gerard blushed wildly. Their romantic moment was cut off by a shriek. They both looked up to find Ray in a ski mask, running crazily from Mr. Arin who dragged his feet behind tiredly. Mr. Arin choked out the words in between breaths, "Get...over...here!"
Gerard smiled, "My plans are fucking amazing."
"Yeah, you're fucking amazing." Frank smiled as he kissed Gerard's lips. Frank pulled away and laughed as he walked away, leaving in Gerard in awe. Gee smiled, "It only gets better."

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